NIGHT TERROR

by Laura Marling

I woke up and he was screaming.
I'd left him dreaming.
I roll over and shake him tightly,
and whisper "If they want you,
oh they're gonna have to fight me,"
Oh, fight me

I woke up on a bench on Shepherds Bush Green
Oh a candle at my chest, and a head on his knee.
I got up it was dark
there was no-one in this park at this hour,
why do I keep finding myself here?
Oh, fight me.

If I look back and he is screaming,
I'd left him dreaming, the dangers fade,
And I run back and shake him tightly,
And scream "if they want him,
oh they're gonna have to fight me!"
Oh, fight me.

But if I wake up on a bench on Shepherds Bush Green
Oh, a candle at my chest, and a head on his knee.
I'll roll over and hold him tightly,
and scream "If you want him,
well you're gonna have to fight me!"
Oh, fight me.